Page 40 of Devoured By Demons


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I continue my exploration. When I tug down his boxer briefs, the sight of his hard cock has me biting my lip.

He cups my cheek, thumb brushing across my lips. “Tell me how you want it, Isa. Do you want it sweet?”

I shake my head. “I just want you.”

His chest rumbles with satisfaction as his hand comes up and his fist grips my hair. “Can’t wait to have these pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” His kisses are hard and possessive, and before I can take my next breath, he asks in a husky tone, “You gonna suck me, baby?”

OH. MY. GOD.

With one hand wrapped around his base, I take his cock into my mouth in one slow, fluid movement, stopping only when my lips brush my fingers. The heady scent of his musk entices me to suck harder.

Zain bucks his hips, and I take it as a sign I’m doing something right. “Fuck...”

His grunts spur me on and I smooth my tongue over his crown, licking, sucking, and bobbing my head as I take all I can of his length into my mouth.

Zain’s fist tightens in my hair, and he thrusts rhythmically. With each thrust, I take him deeper. Saliva dribbles from the corners of my mouth, and the taste of his precum coats my tongue.

“Relax your throat baby… oh fuck, just like that.” Another thrust.

I moan around his cock before I come up for a breath of air I wish I didn’t need. Before I can drop my head again, Zain’s hands reach for me and I’m pulled onto his lap.

He swipes his tongue across my lips before dipping back into my mouth, devouring me with his growing desire.

Straddling his thighs puts me in the perfect position to rub my pussy along the hard ridge of his cock. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks, and I release an embarrassingly loud moan of pleasure.

“Good girl, let me hear you, Isa.” He nuzzles into my neck, nipping, licking, and sucking at my flesh until I’m nothing more than a horny, writhing mess in his arms.

“More…” I beg. “Please—” My pleas are cut off when his rough, calloused fingers toy with my nipple. “Oh, god,” I cry out as he flicks the stiff peak.

He chuckles. “God’s not here, baby.” Then his fingers are inside me. With my hands on his shoulders, I ride his fingers as they curl inside me, teasing me until I’m on the brink, my pussy grinding, searching for what it needs to take me over the edge.

Before I can find it, Zain pulls his fingers from me, making sure to circle them around my sensitive clit. “Fuck—please,” I beg.

“Lift up,” he says, and when I obey, he positions his cock at my entrance. Notching his head inside, he lifts his hands to my waist and pulls me down over his cock.

Zain releases an almost animalistic groan of pleasure. His bruising grip tightens on my hips as he thrusts up into me. Ahand slides up my back until he grips the back of my neck and tugs me closer, lips brushing mine.

I dig my fingernails into his shoulders, consumed with the way he fills me.

His thrusts slow and I look down to see his intense gaze already on mine. I rest on his lap, his cock as deep inside me as it can go. Zain lifts his hand and brushes the hair back from my eyes before cupping the side of my neck. His thumb brushes against my lip and I dart my tongue out, tasting myself on him.

“Is my soul too dark for you, sweet Isa?” he whispers.

Lifting my hand from his shoulder, I run it through his hair, relishing the way his eyes close when my nails drag over his scalp.

I moan, then whisper back, “I’m not afraid of the dark.”

His eyes darken and his slow pace disappears. Zain holds me in place as he fucks up into my pussy. His thrusts falter.He drops a hand to my pussy, thumb finding my clit.With my hair fisted in his strong hand, he pulls my head back, staring into my eyes with such intensity I almost want to look away. “Eyes on me,” he growls, but when he drops his own gaze down between us, he says, “Look at how we fit, baby.”

I do as I’m told and watch in awe as he enters my pussy. “See how you swallow me,” he murmurs into the space between us.

Holy fuck. His mouth…My muscles tighten and I bounce faster. Reading my desperation, Zain grips my hips, pulls me down, and grinds my clit against his base.

It’s all I need.

I cry out as I pulse around his cock. When he feels the flutters, he growls low and deep as his own release fills me. “So fuckin’ perfect,” he whispers.

I fall limp in his arms and they tighten around me before he slowly lifts me enough to pull his softening length from my wet pussy. And protection? Well, let’s just add that to my list of things forfutureme to worry about becausecurrentme can only handle so much.

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